Hell's TA - 80 Trans Am SE LS9 Super Charged ProTouring - Dyno Session
Final Dyno session
putting down around 409hp to the ground and 630hp to the flywheel, with Exhaust cutouts closed. With them open,
it gains another 10-15hp. This 1980 Special Edition TA, one owner car out
of NY that we are just finishing up for the owner, is sporting full DSE
equipment, Year One 18x12 and 18x10 snoflakes, a new LS9 crate motor,
complete custom KillerPaint.com Mike Lavalle flamed hood bird and accents,
Kenwoods new state of the art Double DIN DVD NAV system. Leather interior,
mini tubbed, full protouring suspension, custom engine covering ,etc. We
will be posting a full video of this car after completed so everyone can
see all the details!
1980 ProTouring TA 640+HP - Restore a muscle Car, Overseas Project
One of the two 1980 ProTouring Trans Ams we are putting the finishing
touches on for a client overseas! Just a quick little video of the TA in
the shop parking lot! We will be posting a lot more video and pictures of
these cars over the next couple weeks! Full DSE suspension, minitub, Year
One Billet Snowflake wheels, custom Phoenix Graphix Decals, emblems, Big
Block motor pushing over 640HP with Super Street Figher turbo 400 Transmissions!
Pro touring Custom Trans Am LS powered
1979 Pro Touring Pontiac Trans am, one of a kind. LS powered 475HP. Ground
up restoration .Custom 4 link rear suspension, full air ride. molded rear
spoiler, custom fender vents and door handles. LED rear taillights.
Willwood brakes, 20" foose wheels. One off custom seats(softtrim concepts,
detroit). see more pics at
81 Firebird Trans-Am, 455 cammed with glasspacks
THIS IS VERY LOUD. make sure your locals wont pull you over for having loud
Exhaust. This is the last video before
the new paint, its my daily driver but getting put away for winter after
the new paint gets put on. It has a...
455, with a mild aggressive cam, bored 30, long tube headers, true dual
12in glasspacks, 2 1/4in pipes with chrome tips,
New World Garage Charger 70 sabato pomeriggio
Dodge Charger 70 Vin Diesel (Dominic Toretto)
NEW WORLD GARAGE Reggio Emilia - Via Vistola 6
TUTTI I SABATI DALLE 15.30 ALLE 18.30
AMERICAN MUSCLE CARS
al Raduno del Sabato pomeriggio INVITO APERTO A TUTTI !!
Dodge Charger 1968 blown hemi
this is Nick suckow's car in September 2008 before it was stolen. If you
have any information about this dodge charger please let me know.
http://www.weau.com/home/headlines/33732019.html# Back in 1984,
high-schooler Nick Suckow bought himself a '68 Dodge Charger. He was gonna
fix it up and roar down the road. Nick was born a gearhead. A hot rod. From
the first time he drove, he drove hard. The redline was always at hand.
When he joined the Army out of high school and shipped to Germany he got
hooked on the autobahn, where you could ease over to the left lane, stomp
the foot-feed flat, and shoot, they just let you go. "Fast," Nick likes to
say, "isn't the same as reckless." All that racing around, and then life
served up a grim little joke: The day Nick Suckow wrecked - the day his
life changed forever, the last day he ever stood on his own two feet - he
was going 35 miles per hour with his seatbelt on. He'd been married two
weeks. He and his wife were on their way home from their Wisconsin
honeymoon, making the run back to Texas in Nick's Gran Prix. They were
towing a rusted-out Ford Bronco - Nick always had his eye out for a cheap
beater, and he had found one up north. On a rough stretch of road Nick
crawled in the Bronco to keep it straight. The front tire hooked a pothole.
The tie rod snapped. The seat belt broke. He landed in the ditch. The
Bronco landed on his neck. Nick says he remembers the sun in his eyes. Then
the darkness closing in. A lot of years, then. Hospitals. Home. Hospitals.
The marriage ended. Back to Wisconsin. Rehab, and more hospitals. The speed
demon, not going anywhere fast. But eventually he had them drag that
Charger out. Arranged to get it in the shop. Whenever he had a little
money, he'd get some work done. "They whittled away at it," he says. "I
told my mom, if I die, dump my ashes in the fuel tank, and I'll go down the
drag strip one last time." Seventeen years. Seventeen years of learning how
to live from the neck up. Seventeen years of whittling. Hed show you the
latest pictures - a quarter panel here, a shot of primer there, a couple
tires. He'd get down to the shop, supervise in person when he could. He
couldn't run the wrenches, but he could run the show. He'd sneak out for a
little speed fix sometimes - once a paraplegic friend strapped Nick's chair
to a motorcycle sidecar and they blew down the road, one good pair of arms
between'em. Nick says it was good to feel the wind on his face. On a sunny
day in October of 2006, Nick Suckow's pals helped him slide from one set of
wheels into another. They strapped him in the passenger side, and you could
see the anticipation on his face, even behind the mirrored shades. The car
cruised out of the lot, and then picked up speed, the blower making a Mad
Max whine as the wheels warmed to the road. After a nice easy ride, the
Charger pulled to a stop on an isolated little stretch of blacktop. There
was a quiet moment, before the driver wound that 426 fuel-injected blown
Hemi up tight. Then Nick Suckow gave the nod and went fishtailing down the
blacktop on a journey that had never really ended.